Bran here with another Bran-tastic video.
Today, we're doing another episode of Bum Fites.
He's in there. Get 'em, get 'em!
Hey, guys? You want this 20?
Well, come and get it!
Fight each other!
Yeah, come on!
- Keep an eye out for that security guard. - On it.
I wanna fire up some of the effects and stuff, like the lights.
Wait, you can do that?
- I can do that. - Roll on each other.
- That'd be so cool. - This is gonna be Monday!
You mean money, Bran.
That's what I said, dingus.
Yeah! Get up and fight now!
Hey, where'd you find these guys? That doesn't look like our bum.
You know, you should really blur out those faces.
They can sue for not giving permission.
These guys don't have money to sue.
They're homeless.
Our...
Our guard buddy's working.
Let's go.
I don't get it.
He has such a hatred for them. I mean, Ted--
Dude, Ted's a legend here.
Do you remember the groundhog stuffed animal?
- Oh, my gosh. I love Ted. - You little perv! I swear to God!
Don't even think about dokking me.
I'm just messing a little. Chill.
- What did you say to me? - Chill.
Don't tell me to chill.
- All right. - Got it?
Bran, I swear to God, if you're still filming my ass,
I'm gonna kill you.
Hey, you kids!
- Shit. - Run.
- Stay right there! - Come on, Bran, go!
- Come on! - Run!
- Get to the Dokking Station! - No kidding!
Stay right there!
Shit.
Hey!
That to make sure we can't
- prove you shot at us? - You a lawyer?
No, but his dad is.
You little boys making big boy smut with her and that camera?
Wouldn't you like to know.
This is private property and this is closed until fall.
You're trespassing. You know that, right?
- We didn't see any signs. - Yeah, right, kid.
I call the police or your parents. Which is it?
Why don't you catch your breath first, fatso?
What a dick.
All the way out from the city to deal with this shit.
The place is closed, Snack. How hard is that to understand?
You get hurt out there, we could lose everything.
- The guy shot at us! - Knock it off with that shit!
I got you and this Dokkers thing all figured out.
That Ayla girl, she doesn't like you.
She's using you, son.
Girls like her don't like guys like you.
I work tonight,
and Mike's coming over before I get home, so you know.
How about a goddamn thank you?
No boyfriend. You hang out with these loser Kids.
Where is that gonna get you in life?
Wasting what God and I gave you.
Yeah, because Mike's some prize.
You think you're better than me? Hmm?
You little bitch!
I should have let that guy call the cops.
You didn't eat anything through this.
You're lucky that cop let you go.
You need to make better choices, Mighty.
He wasn't a cop, Ma.
Turn the sounds off your insulin pump, baby.
That thing smells.
I got it all on video!
He shot at us, but he erased it!
I can't prove it,
but it would have been huge online!
It would have blown up my channel!
I'm gonna moneltize my channel, you wait!
Ma!
- Ma! You even listening? - It's monetize.
It's monetize your channel.
That's what I said! Monetize!
Yep, John, just stall them. Yeah, I'm 20 minutes out.
I know, I had an emergency with my son.
I gotta drop him off real quick. I'll be right there, 15 minutes.
Okay.
You come home right off the bus from now on.
No Field of Screams, no Dokking Station, no Dokkers.
No more of that nonsense.
Your mother and I will discuss what to do with you.
- What's there to discuss? - That place is closed for the season.
You keep trespassing there. You know that's a crime, right?
The man shot at you, Max. Is any of this sinking in?
Wait. You believe he shot at us?
You know why? Because you stopped.
Only a gun would make you idiots stop.
We also need to talk about this dokking shit.
- What's there to talk about? -Yes or no?
You and your friends are blackmailing kids online with dirt you get on them.
That's dokking, right? You call yourselves The Dokkers?
Can't even spell it right.
Go ahead. Defend it, Max.
Not with Max facts. Defend the indefensible.
I sue, Max. I don't get sued.
What were you doing, Scribble?
Did I just see student records on your screen again?
No.
Did that ten-day suspension and fine teach you anything?
Check with the tech department. They can see what I do in there.
I want your things searched.
- I know what I saw. - So do I.
What's with the wink?
You know what I learned from last time?
I got my ass beat
and my best gaming computer sold to pay for that fine.
You screw me again, and I'm gonna screw back.
Now you're threatening a teacher?
I'm promising.
Maybe you get dokked
and the district gets some pics I found of you back in the day.
Some reefer with the frat boys...
drinking beer from some sorority chick's vag.
All right, another example.
You kids, I believe, if I'm not mistaken,
have all grown up with the urban legend
of the Halloween candy spiked with razors and needles.
Anyone here ever heard of that? Heard of that? Show of hands.
Show of hands if you've heard of that. Yep. Yeah. Me too.
Even when I was a kid. Question:
Who here knows a single person who that's actually happened to?
- Yeah, it, um... - Max.
...it happened back in the '70s.
Yes, back in the '70s. A father poisoned his son.
That was a single isolated case, Max.
Well, there have been more, you know, copycats.
Okay, well, prove it. Find me one.
No, right now. I want you to get your phone out,
that's fine, you have my permission.
Go ahead and find a single case other than the '70s guy.
I don't think you will.
What I believe happened is that the media sensationalized it.
Blew it up until eventually... it became fact.
How many of you have seen this character?
This school, just like all over the country,
received a warning that this image could show up along with text,
urging children to kill themselves.
Yeah, and it's true.
I mean, they embedded that message into online videos
and then they used apps to send it to kids.
I mean, are you saying this isn't true?
No, no. What I'm saying is that no one's provided any evidence, Max.
That's the key component. This missing evidence.
Lockjaw, that's the urban legend around here, right?
The creepy guy that supposedly lives in the sludge ponds.
Anyone here ever actually seen Lockjaw?
Ooh, boogeyman's coming. Be afraid.
No evidence, no reason to be scared.
- Yet, this and all the others... - Just look at it.
- It's not that scary. - ...spread like wildfire
because of social media.
These are what I like to term
your "razors in the Halloween candy" urban legends.
They're not just urban legends, Mr. Lewis. It's true. I've read it in the news.
This stuff is all real.
Unfortunately, real suicides do occur.
However, not a single one of them
is in any way proven to have any correlation
or connection to this, Red fish, bulgy-eye guy
or any other suicide challenge or any other urban legend.
Which is why...
you all are going to, drum roll...
You're gonna create your own urban legends.
I want you to create an urban legend to see how false information
becomes accepted as fact...
...without proper diligence.
Why is she crying? She's always crying about something.
Jeni? Jeni, look at me.
Jeni, are you okay? You need to see the nurse?
- You do? - Mm-hmm.
Okay, that's fine.
Go ahead and close your books. That's fine. Come on.
This... this stuff scares me.
- Everything fucking scares her. - What's that, Ayla?
Nothing, Mr. Lewis.
Uh, everyone, go ahead and get a head start
on picking your urban legends.
I want you to try to write five right now.
It's ridiculous.
You're the only one other than me who knows how to hold a camera.
Besides, this one's gonna be big.
Dude, you've been saying that for every video.
Just get Mighty to hold the camera.
- I don't wanna hold the camera. - Hold the goddamn camera.
Mighty's a watcher, not a doer.
Prick.
Well, besides that, I'm grounded,
and I'm tired of Bum Wars 'cause it's stupid.
No, it's not. People love it.
Yeah, and by people you mean you.
Yeah, check the comments, Bran. Nobody likes your Bum Wars.
It's Bum Fites, idiots.
You know, guys, I think my dad's right.
We should probably find a better hangout. I mean, what if the guard comes back?
Get the sand out of your Gina.
It's vagina.
Mr. Lewis. Do you have a moment?
Come on in, boss lady.
So I understand you had an incident in class today.
Jeni Lynn.
Oh, yeah, she gets scared super easily.
- I let her leave class a little early. - Well, someone filed a complaint, Brent.
Complaint, really? Was it her parents?
No, uh, a student. Someone in your class.
Uh... can you say who it was?
I removed the name.
Can you read that in here in these dim lights?
Uh...
Okay, I gotta say, Principal Gress,
this... this sounds like a complaint against the school, not me.
Yeah, well, we called her down.
She said it happened right after you showed another scary picture in class.
Um, all of that was included in the lesson plan.
Now, what you're referencing was central to the lesson.
Suicide is central to a history lesson?
We need to revisit your lesson plans.
- You approved them each week already. - Yes, but to be fair, Brent,
this isn't the first complaint we've had about you.
No, that's not fair. This one is not about me at all.
It doesn't seem to be about me or my content.
No, no, this person is upset and wondering
why Jeni Lynn is allowed to be in a regular education classroom.
"Jeni holds back the entire class,
and Mr. Lewis can't teach for 15 minutes
without having to stop and see if she's okay."
- That's true. - It's certainly about you, Brent.
You're an out of the box teacher.
Talk tomorrow.
Aren't you worried about that security guard coming back?
He ain't coming back. Max's dad talked to him, I bet.
- Well, if you say so. - Ooh, that's a good one.
- How did you get these? - You don't wanna know.
If she finds out, we're both dead.
She ain't gonna find out.
What the fuck are you guys laughing at?
Ayla, they were probably just laughing about, you know, Jeni Russel.
Like how she freaked out in class today.
- You know, she's a baby. - It's pathetic.
She doesn't belong in that class.
I filed a complaint about her today in the office.
Seriously?
We are in the same class as a girl who stops us every ten minutes...
because she's scared of something.
- Is Mr. Lewis in trouble now? - No, I don't have any issue with him.
It's not his fault she's in there. I'm just sick of her.
You know why she's in that class?
Because her parents want her in there.
It's a joke.
I'm offended as someone who gets the same grades as her.
Aren't you?
Not sure complaining was cool.
Mr. Lewis made you look like an idiot today.
- I'm down for dokking Lewis. - No, I...
I want this urban legend project to rock.
How?
We make it way more scary.
Like really scary.
And then we make our own online challenge.
You're not talking about like getting kids to kill themselves,
like, for real, are you?
We will go right to the edge.
Yes! I'm in!
You're listening to Where the Scary Things Are.
I'm your host Monster Mash Ken.
And with missing people, where do they go?
You see all these different cases. What are you thinking?
Alien abductions, mass disappearances.
I mean, you know, the rapture. Has something religious occurred?
! have no idea, but I can't imagine
what the families are going through, it's crazy.
It's hard to believe that people still disappear these days.
With all the technology out there...
Hey, Vector, come here.
How do I disappear?
Haven't you ever wanted to disappear?
Nineteen.
- Another card? - No.
Nine... 14.
Eighteen. You win.
Come on.
Dude, you can't knock on my window so damn loud.
- You're gonna wake up my parents. - So?
Okay. Why would I expect you to get it? Where are we going?
Follow me, Mr. "My Parents Are Gonna Hear Me."
You're gonna wake up my parents.
- Holy shit, shut the hell up. - No!
Just follow me, idiot.
- Don't cut off heads. - Yeah, I know, I know.
Just record the video. I can file my face out in post.
You mean, tile your face, Bran.
Wait, why do you need to tile your face?
Bran here with another Bran-tastic video.
Welcome to the first episode of Bum Wars.
- Dude, bring it down. - Shut the hell up and shoot.
Bran, what the hell?
Jesus Christ!
Ta-da!
Go, go, go!
Bran, what the hell? Jesus Christ!
Ta-da!
Go, go, go, go!
Hey, guys, my parents said I can't be in The Dokkers anymore.
I'm sorry. I can't do anything about it.
Hey, guys. My parents said I can't be in--
Shit!
Shit! Oh, my God!
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Shit!
Guys, guys, you're not gonna believe this!
There's something in the pond!
Nothing could live in there, Snack.
Okay, well, I heard it over there and it jumped in there.
Get off the weed, Snack.
Mighty needs to be fed.
My blood sugar's low, dumb-ass.
Can somebody fart and liven this up?
What the hell was that?
Is that the guard?
No.
What the hell is that thing?
Ew, be careful.
It can't be human.
It's covered in crockamoley.
Guacamole, dumb-ass.
We need to find a place to hide this thing.
At least until we figure out what the hell it is.
- Keep it moving, guys. - Ah, dammit.
Guys, let's just get it in there.
Max, find something to restrain this thing for the time being.
I mean, I know, but just...
There's gotta be something around here.
I mean, this place is littered with shit.
Just ropes, chains, I don't know.
- Whatever will hold it. - On it.
I mean, it looks so human.
What if it can talk?
Speak softly, carry a big stick.
We need to get it food and water.
- How do you know that? - I mean, it's alive, isn't it?
I mean, it has to eat and drink.
Well, hey, kangaroo rats can go their whole lives
- without drinking water, so... - Max, look at me.
Does that look like a goddamn kangaroo to you?
Oh, Jesus, Mighty.
Can you turn that damn insulin pump off?
Everybody shits on the diabetic kid.
Well, at the least the restraints are holding.
Yeah, for now.
Why the sniffing?
- Guys, what the hell is it smelling? - Dinner.
Bran, hold up.
Give me the camera.
- No. - Give me the camera.
You'll get it back when it's time.
Delete those perv shots he's got of me, too.
Al right.
I won't post anything. I swear.
That's right, you're not. Bye.
Guys, get him outta here. We'll catch up.
- It'll be fine. Relax. - Shut up.
If it gets loose, we're dead.
How long have we been coming here?
I don't know.
A few years, I guess. Why?
Right.
And we haven't seen this thing until today.
I mean, it's gotta be new here.
- I've sure as hell never seen it. - Exactly.
What happens when this place opens up for Halloween?
We can't have this thing going nuts on customers.
- That would be bad. - Yeah.
For me.
I can't lose this place.
This is my escape.
I mean, you know that.
Better than anybody else.
So we're really gonna do this?
I think I need this.
So do I.
My house is just as empty.
I'm gonna hang out until your mom gets home.
You should get inside.
Thanks for walking me home.
You should come to my place. You could stay over if you want.
Good night.
Wanna hang out?
- When's my mom getting home? - Whenever.
I'm the babysitter.
Where's the remote?
Tomatoes.
Four, five, six, seven, eight...
I've gotta get you tied back up.
Hey, Dad, um, have you ever heard of Lockjaw?
Yeah, it comes from tetanus or rabies.
Why, are you feeling sick?
No, I'm talking about the weird guy
people say used to live by Field of Screams.
Yeah, there was this one guy.
I remember people said he was a molester, crazy or something.
A lot of homeless people out that way,
which is why we don't want you hanging out there.
One of the reasons, anyway.
Well, I mean... I mean, did you ever see him?
- Was he real? - I work with facts, Max.
Not Max facts.
And, no, I never saw him or know anyone who has.
All right, all right. Cool. Cool, cool. Thanks.
I'm less worried about homeless child molesters
than I am this Ayla girl you like.
Oh, goddammit. Okay, Dad, I don't like her.
Especially like that, so...
Your mother says your underwear in the laundry says otherwise.
Facts, Max.
So who taught you how to shoot?
Wait.
Here, like this. Both hands up.
It's not like the movies.
Just relax your shoulders... then shoot.
I wanna scare people.
I mean...
this could be great.
Does it scare you?
Only if it gets loose.
Let's make sure that doesn't happen then.
Seriously? No raw hamburger?
Monsters always go for raw hamburger in the movies.
- We didn't have any. - Who doesn't have hamburger?
- That pump thing smells. - It's Phenol.
It's a chemical they use in his insulin or something like that.
- Is that a Max fact? - Look it up, ass hat.
And that's why, Max,
you're going to be writing all the online content for this.
Once Scribble has a page up, Bran, you get the footage.
But everything you do goes through me first, all right?
I don't want you posting none of this.
And don't show anybody who's not a Dokker.
- Got it? - Got it.
Scribble will be able to see everything that you do remotely.
Just so you know.
Do it. Please.
It... it can smell fear.
Is that Max fact or is that real?
Motherfucker!
- You son of a bitch! - Bran, what is wrong with you?
Where do you think you're going?
- You think this is-- - You think this is funny?
- What the hell is wrong with you? - Waste of space!
Everybody shut the hell up! Shut the hell up!
We're done with you now!
Okay, it's not just a Max fact, okay.
As soon as the thing starts sniffing, it goes nuts.
It's Mighty's insulin pump setting it off.
- It's not me. -Yes, it is.
- Come on. - It's not the insulin pump.
It's not the insulin pump. It's the insulin.
All right, that thing gives off a smell, right?
So maybe it thinks it's the smell of fear.
What?
How can anything smell fear?
Um, no, I believe it.
I mean, a few years ago before I moved,
there was a dog, it was a... a big dog a couple houses down from me.
And, man, I swear to God,
like, if you showed that you were even a little bit afraid,
- it would go crazy. - Maybe...
Maybe it's like... a bear.
You know how people say...
it can smell when a girl...
Okay, come on, Bran.
- I don't have my period! - Come on.
- What the hell? - Prove it then!
Get outta here!
- I swear to God! Take him out! - Everybody settle down.
Let's just sit down.
All right?
What now?
Guys, this is what we're gonna do, all right?
You and Max...
figure out whatever you can.
Snack, you and Bran, you guys have to get
as much coverage on this as possible.
We need that proof.
Guys, what the hell are we doing?
We need to call the cops or at least our parents.
This thing could be an alien for all we know.
We are in over our heads.
You okay, Snack?
I need to talk to you once everyone leaves.
You haven't told anyone?
No, Ayla. And I swore I wouldn't, didn't I?
I mean, yeah, but...
you seem kinda sketchy, Snack.
Do you still wanna tell?
No.
I hope not.
Got monster shit on me.
Everything good with Snack??
Yeah, it's fine.
Come here.
Something to cheer you up.
Bran's perv pics he got of you.
- Thanks. - But wait...
there's more.
Jeni's personal cell.
You didn't?
This is gonna be great.
Thank you so much.
Wait, I have something I wanna show you first.
Why don't you change then?
You smell like monster shit.
I called you both here because,
well, obviously you get A's on the project.
I mean, yeah, that video's incredible.
Ten thousand views in just over two weeks.
You definitely hit the objective.
This thing, how'd you do it?
Well, it's Crockamoley.
I'm sorry, Crock-- Crock-- Crockamoley? Not Lockjaw?
That's the urban legend around here, right?
It's not Lockjaw, it's... it's Crockamoley.
Okay, all right. Well, Crockamoley
is one scary special effect, let me say.
Well, it's actually kinda funny that you say that.
Yeah, we have a... we have a friend.
- Tom. - Yeah, Tom.
He, uh, you know, he does makeup and special effects for movies.
Not anything major, but indie.
Well, let me tell you to tell Tom, I think he's gonna win an Oscar someday.
This project is incredible. He went above and beyond and so did you both.
But I have to ask you to take this video down.
Um, uh, why?
- Well, gun violence for one thing, Max. - They're digital effects.
I know that, we've had complaints.
Parents are very upset over the content.
They're describing it as disturbing. They're saying it's scary.
They're saying the content in this video is sick, Max.
You both did... a little too good of a job, I'm afraid.
How can you tell it's us? You can't see our faces.
Well, because it's a high school class project and you're teenagers.
You can't keep a secret. All the kids know, Max.
They're probably just jealous 'cause their crappy little Photoshop projects
didn't turn out nearly as good as ours did.
Look, between you and me, I understand that,
and I couldn't agree more, Ayla.
Now, but this project has gotten me in more hot water
with administration than I care to touch on.
- Did Jeni lose it again? - Punish us for doing a great job.
- Yeah, I get it. - No, Max, you're not being punished.
You still get the A's, okay?
It's just you made it a little too lifelike.
- It's a little too realistic. - How is that our problem?
Mr. Lewis, you can't connect it to the school.
You can't tell who's in the video.
I mean, we even spoofed the IP address
to make it look like it comes from New Mexico.
Look, we have thousands of comments.
This is how things spread.
That's what you told us.
"Oh, my God!" "This is so good."
"It looks so real." "Show us more Crockamoley."
The comments just keep going. It says, it says...
- That... - What? What does it say?
Nothing.
Look, I'm asking you both...
with massive respect for all of the hard work
that went into this video, please take the video down.
Mr. Lewis, with all due respect
for everything you've taught us about free speech,
standing up for ourselves and censorship...
No.
So I'm guessing you're gonna fail us now, huh?
No.
Well, it started out great.
Now everyone thinks it's fake.
I mean, Ayla, that's the internet.
People shit on everything. Ten thousand views is pretty good.
It was a good run.
You wouldn't know a good run if it hit you in your fat ass.
The views have died off.
It's because of these haters. These losers!
God, I hate people!
People are over it. It's boring.
How the hell are we supposed to do the Crockamoley challenge
if everyone says it's fake?
Guys, we risked our lives for an A.
And then we are told to take it down.
Another lie! Another person screws us over!
Nothing ever turns out like you're promised.
God, I'd like to throw one of those haters in there!
Yeah, record that.
And then we'll post it.
I mean, that's what we should do, right?
Come on! We should do that, right?
Um, sorry, guys. I figured out why it's beeping.
It's got a leak or something. I'll just fix that.
Shut the hell up!
Ta-da!
Why are you doing this? Why?
We can't do this. We can't...
Get off. Stop!
Please.
So what?
You gonna fucking tell?
Is that it?
You swore.
Why are you scared of us?
I'm not.
What would Crockamoley think?
I have to get out of here.
So go.
This is messed up. I mean, what if he flips out?
What do we do? What then?
Shut up, you blubbering baby. This is great.
All right, you have my attention. I haven't eaten in a few days.
All right, man. Well, you're in luck. All you gotta do, come with us.
We'll give you like... a hundred bucks.
You! You're the one who set my hat on fire.
Hey, hey, man. You're good.
All is good. He won't touch you.
We promise.
Come on. It's only a short walk.
Do you wanna see?
See what?
You want me to go in here?
We're gonna go in with you.
Oh, good, 'cause for a second
I thought you guys might leave me the fuck alone.
What's in there anyway, huh?
Are you guys buying me a car?
Just go, man.
What the hell is wrong with you kids, huh?
- Why are you doing this? - We're shooting a video.
We just wanna see your reaction. Come on.
The last time I starred in one of your videos,
you set me on fire while I was asleep, you little shit.
Just go!
What the hell is that?
Is this some sort of joke?
Huh?
What the hell is this?
Is this some sort of prank video, huh?
This shit is awful.
We just killed that guy!
There's another Crockamoley video or whatever the hell it is.
Did you see it?
The shit looks real.
- Damn. How'd they do that? - I know, right?
Oh shit, we're already late to class.
Is this some sort of prank video, huh?
This shit is awful.
So what time do you think you're gonna get here?
Give me, like, ten minutes.
All right. So plan on an hour then.
- I always come on time. - Yeah. We'll see.
I came to get something.
I'm not as stupid as you think.
I need to get it.
I can't believe you guys hang out in this shit hole.
That's what I say about home.
-Is it in there? - In there.
Does your boyfriend in there think he's gonna jump me?
No.
Definitely not.
Come and get it.
You think I'm fucking stupid?
Where's my fucking gun?
Shut up!
Geez.
Hi. Jeni?
It's... it's Ayla.
No, please, don't hang up.
I... I just wanted to say
that I'm so sorry...
for the way I've treated you since...
forever.
I wanna make it up to you.
Is this all part of the project, hmm?
Convince the teacher this is real?
It is, Mr. Lewis, I swear.
Everything you saw on that channel is real.
No, it... it looks real.
It looks real, I'll give you that, but, look, I still think
y'all are trying to punk me or something. Are you recording this right now?
- No. - Are you recording this?
No, no, please. No.
You know, Max, he came and told me that you guys have a friend who does effects.
- Is that not true? - No, those are his Max facts.
- It's not true? - No.
So I'm supposed to not believe his reasonable story
for yours about a monster that feeds on homeless people?
Yeah, okay.
I'll take you there.
Tonight.
Why? Is it for the likes?
Because I hate her.
- Aw, you scared, Jeni? - Please!
Please, just let me go.
Please.
Since first grade,
you've cried, pissed your pants...
...dragged every class we're in to a halt.
We get told, oh, you're just different.
But you get the same grades as me!
We're not the same, bitch!
Now...
see the difference between you and me.
Do it.
Stop it! No, stop!
What the hell is wrong with you?
It's on foot from here. Come on.
Hey.
Y'all have permission to be here?
Come on.
Mr. Lewis...
You can't be scared.
It... It can smell fear.
It'll go nuts.
Really?
- It smells fear? - Yeah.
- Really? - Yes.
Okay, I tried, Snack.
- I tried. - Mr. Lewis--
- Have you lost your mind? - It's not a trick, okay.
Would I bring you down here if it wasn't so important?
Please, you have to believe me.
Yeah, we're all clear.
I still got some water in here.
Oh, it stinks in here.
All right, where's this boogeyman?
What the hell is this?
That's Crockamoley.
This... this isn't a guy in a suit?
- Seriously? - No.
Oh, my... Oh, my...
- Oh, my God. - Mr. Lewis-- Mr. Lewis, calm down.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Calm down.
What the hell did you kids do?
Hi, Mr. Lewis.
This... this thing.
This is real.
Sure is.
Calm down.
Why'd you bring him here, Snack?
You lied.
You guys Killed somebody.
- You're murderers! - So are you.
Is that why you brought me here?
- No. - To fucking kill me?
No. Mr. Lewis, no.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... He's a teacher.
Hey, hey, hey, just...
- No, stay! Hey, hey, hey! - Let us go, or I let it go.
I can't let you do that.
- Relax. Okay? - You wanna see what happened to Jeni?
Bran!
Jeni?
Come on.
Get out of the way!
Go!
Ayla!
Open up!
Good evening, boys and ghouls.
You're listening to Where the Scary Things Are.
I'm your host, Monster Mash Ken, and with me is the Mistress of Darkness,
the Queen of Fright, the Lady of the Night, Muse.
Also joining us is Crista Creature and Whirl.
All right, so we got something special as always.
I came across this found footage film called The Legend of Lockjaw.
I wanna read the description to our audience.
Uh, we've watched this film and we're gonna talk about that in a second,
but here's the description: "Three years ago,
seven children disappeared without a trace.
This footage was found by a security guard for some Halloween haunted attraction.
Were they were taken by Lockjaw, a local monster urban legend,
or something worse? This is their story."
Muse, what did you think about it?
Well, yeah, like you said, we watched this
and honestly, I gotta say I think this is bullshit.
Um, I wanted to believe it, but it's so fake. You can see how they did it.
Yeah, you know, I'm a schmuck when it comes
to anything technical involving the computer,
but even I on my own laptop could do a better job.
You know, if you wanna fool us, and we're horror experts,
you better show something a little bit more
than bargain basement effort here.
Yeah, I am so with you guys. Hard pass for me.
This found footage died so, so long ago.
Man, it's fake, fake, fake.
We have a guy online who claims to be Snack.
Allegedly, one of the kids in this footage.
So let's welcome Snack to Where the Scary Things Are.